The Billionaire’s Pawn

LONDON

We had tacos at a pretty nice tacos food cart.

“Why you didn’t take me here before?” I was halfway through it and still had one on the plate. “This is really good.”

“I don’t know if your father will allow you to eat something from the food cart.” He took a huge bite but ensured he wouldn’t mess up his suit- a pretty new and good gray suit. He then followed with a soda.

I loved watching him eat like a soldier and didn’t care even if someone was watching him.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby, or you’ll regret it later.” There you go, the hint of mischief in his smile.

“How did you find this?” I ignored his warning. I was looking forward to that night, though, and what a few days more we couldn’t wait.

“This is closer to Langston. Zee, you haven’t met him. He’s a Muslim. The owner of the food cart is Arab. So, he’s safe to eat meat here. We used to come together.”

“Arab, but he sold Taco. This is so good.” I was already on my second. “We should do this-”

“Every Tuesday?” He laughed. “We should have Saturday date nights. How about that?”

“As long as we have tacos.”

“Deal. Wanna dance with me at Night Stalker on Saturday?”

“Are you asking me out, Cade?”

“Call it whatever you want, Vanderford. So is that a yes?”

“Yes, Cade.”

“It’s a date, then.”

Once we were done with our lunch date, he sent me to my office building. “Do you like the location of your office?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Just asking.”

“If you plan on transferring LH HQ, I won’t stop you, as long as it’s bigger than this, but if I were to decide, I’m fine here. Besides, I don’t think Dad will ever bother me anymore now that he got his freedom back.”

He nodded in understanding. “How about branches? Where do you wanna expand?”

“Asia like Philippines, Japan, South Korea.”

“We’ll discuss that in our next meeting.”

“Yes, boss.” I got a pinch on my thigh.

“Call me boss again, and you won’t ever be on top.”

I might have blushed a little. My neck became warm. “Is that a threat? We’ll see, caveman.”

He parked his car in front of the building. “See you tonight.”

“See you.” I kissed him on the lips.

“Vanderford?” His voice was low and calm. Before I could climb out of the car, he held my wrist.

“Yeah?” I met his gaze. He was smiling, and his eyes were dancing with joy.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

My heart skipped. My mind went blank. I wanted to say something, to say it back, but I was caught in the moment of my own happiness.

“Don’t work too much, okay? That’s an order from your boss and your husband.”

All I could do was smile as I got out of his car. Even though I was already in the elevator, I still smiled like crazy.

“Wew. What’s that smile all about?”

I just came back to the office. My happiness was overflowing. “We had tacos.”

Neke followed me into my office. “Only tacos made you that smile? You are shining, sparkling.”

“Yes. Those were good tacos.”

“You’re weird, my friend, but I’m not blind not to see it. You are happy, and it has something to do with your white knight.”

“Yes, I’m happy.” I sat in my chair. “Any important call?”

“I just received a call from Magnus. He said you won’t take his call.”

“What does he want?” I hadn’t told Striker about it. We just had gone through a life-and-death situation, and I didn’t want to bother him that my ex was constantly calling me. Was I bothered? Absolutely.

“He wants to talk to you. Actually, his words were, I need to talk to London.”

“Don’t accept any more of his call.”

“What’s wrong with him? I saw his friend from his Ig post on tv.”

“Yeah. That was horrible.” I wanted to tell Neke what happened, but I didn’t want to burden her with that information. Ignorant was always bliss.

“Don’t worry. He won’t bother you again.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll be at my desk.”

“Thanks, Neke.” I picked up the bag under my desk. “I actually have something for you.”

“From Italy?” Her eyes lit up.

“Yes.”

“Pizza? Bolognese? The flakiest Croissant?”

I chuckled. “Better than Bolognese, croissants, and pizza put together. The origin of Croissant is from Austria.”

“Whatever, sexy historian.”

“Here.” I have her the paper bag.

“Thanks.” She took the bag, swaying her hips as she walked out of my office.

A moment later, she came back screaming. “Holy shit! I’d been saving for this, bitch! OMG! I love you fifty million.” She squeezed me into a tight hug. “Thank you. Thank you.” She then went back to staring at her new bag.

“You’re welcome.”

“I thought you were poor. How can you afford to buy this?”

“My husband is an heir of a billionaire.”

“So I should thank him for this?”

“No. Cade gave me his card and told me to buy what I wanted before we headed back home. Don’t worry. I showed him the bills. He just laughed at me. I have one like that too.”

“Let me guess, yours is groseille.”

“Yes.”

When she put it on, she was dancing. “I love it. And I love you,” she said with a flying kiss.

Once I was alone, I dialed Magnus’s number.

He picked up on the first ring. “London, listen to me-”

“No. You listen to me, Magnus. Stop calling my office and my phone. Okay? I’m calling you right because I want you to stop. We have nothing to talk about. And I have had just enough of your bs.”

“You don’t understand. London, please-”

“You, you don’t understand. I haven’t told anyone. I don’t wanna tell Cade because if he knows you’re still calling me, he will just come to you, and I don’t want trouble, okay?”

“London, this has nothing to do-”

“Then stop calling me. This is harassment.”

“I need your help, okay?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t help you.” He must be struggling financially. He should have accepted dad’s offer.

“Please, London.”

“Don’t call me again. Bye.” I ended the call. I hope he wouldn’t bother me again.

***

At home, we had a pleasant dinner. We agreed not to talk about work or anything outside this home.

Since he cooked our dinner, I volunteered to clean up the kitchen. Sonia came back to work, but I told her to leave early. Her mother had obtained a hip bone fracture and still recovering.

After I was done in the kitchen, I went up to our room. The light was on in the bathroom. Striker must have been in the shower.

I began stripping off my clothes and opened the door to the shower room. The water was warm as I stepped in. My husband was stark naked, those sinewy muscles from his back flexed. And I couldn’t wait to have my hands all over him and on his firm round ass.

I didn’t waste any moment. I snaked my arms around his waist and wrapped my hand around his cock. A gasp escaped from him at the first touch of my hand. Striker stilled when he realized he wasn’t alone anymore.

“Baby, what are you doing here?”

“You should have locked the door if you don’t want someone just to come in and join you.”

“Maybe that was the whole point. Fuck,” he cursed as I tightened my grip, and he was instantly hard yet smooth around my fingers.

“You were saying?” I bit my lip as I pressed my naked body against him. My hard nipples deliciously grazed against his back. The friction created a pleasure that rushed through my clit. “We still have four days left, but it doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good, right?”

“You know I don’t like it when you only make me feel good, and I can’t return the favor.”

“We’re one, sweetheart. It means if you feel good, I do too. Now turn around.”

He groaned at my order but did as I asked. His jaw locked hard, and his eyes darkened as he looked at my naked body.

“No.” I stopped him when he took a step closer. Then I knelt before him. His erect cock, at my eye level, stiffened at my action. I gave him a quick kiss as a reward for his obedience.

“Fuck, baby. Are you trying to-” His words were cut off as I darted my tongue out to lick the precum leaking from his tip and dragged it around the bulbous head. It was salty and addicting.

He was thick and long. He cursed again with a groan. His muscles tightened.

I opened my mouth wider as I sucked him into my mouth until the crown touched the back of my throat. I moaned against his length as he showed me that he enjoyed what I did. His fingers came through my hair, forming a fist.

Bobbing my head, I gave him a good suck at the same time. He began thrusting himself into my mouth. His moan and groan made me ache, and I grew drenched.

“Yeah, just like that, baby.” I knew it. I felt him swell and grow harder. My jaw ached, but the pleasure I was giving him was also my strength. “I’m closed.”

Tears formed at the corner of my eyes as he thrust harder, non-stop, until a hoarse grunt left him. His cock was gone as well.

Striker was kneeling before me in a flash, hand in my hair, tilting my head as he took my mouth in a savage, rough, possessive kiss. His other hand was around his cock, pumping, and his warm release spilled on my knees.

“Fuuucck… baby.”